J.A McManus

Rookie (19/2/1983 / Carlisle, Cumbria)

J.A McManus Poems

1. Goodbye (A Septolet Poem.) 11/12/2009
2. Sandman. 1/13/2010
3. I Shall Always Love You. 1/13/2010
4. Invisible Folk. 1/13/2010
5. Steep Fields Of The Glen. 1/13/2010
6. Father's Pride. 1/13/2010
7. New Millennium Minstrel Show. 1/13/2010
8. Baby Girl. 1/13/2010
9. My Absolute Everything. 1/13/2010
10. Seagull. 8/31/2009
11. Poetic Verses. 1/13/2010
12. Nana. 11/25/2009
13. Orphans Lament. 1/13/2010
14. Amongst The Red Reeds (A Sonnet.) 1/13/2010
15. Unrequieted Love. 1/13/2010
16. Dragon's Fire. 12/8/2009
17. Cancer (A Quinzaine Poem.) 11/2/2009
18. Scrap Heap. 8/31/2009
19. Whenever (A Free Verse Poem.) 8/31/2009
20. Time. 8/31/2009
21. First Class. 8/31/2009
22. Watcher (A Free Verse Poem.) 8/31/2009
23. Old Friend. 8/31/2009
24. Faded Friendship. 9/9/2009
25. Democracy. 10/16/2009
26. I Am (A Sonnet.) 1/13/2010
27. A Land Of Shadow And Sin. 1/13/2010
28. Dead Drummers Beat. 8/31/2009
29. Lost (A Free Verse Poem.) 8/31/2009
30. New Dawn. 9/9/2009
31. Behind Iron Bars. 10/30/2009
32. Bully. 11/27/2009
33. White Light (A Free Verse Poem.) 10/30/2009
34. Winter (A Lanturne Poem.) 11/12/2009
35. Empires (A Free Verse Poem.) 8/31/2009
36. Christmas Rush. 10/16/2009
37. Little Ones. 8/31/2009
38. The Storm (A Pallindrome Poem.) 10/13/2009
39. Fireworks. 11/11/2009
40. Another Year Gone (A Free Verse Poem.) 8/31/2009
Best Poem of J.A McManus

Little Gods.

The little gods, spitting curses like unholy prayers
Hatred burning in their eyes, consuming like fire
Their hands forever stained with innocent blood.

They wander through the dark, abandoned streets
Their faces cloaked from the misery they spread
The little gods, spitting curses like unholy prayers.

You almost feel sorry for the poor little bastards
Afraid of whatever they don’t or can’t understand
Hatred burning in their eyes, consuming like fire.

So vainly and cheaply they love, then toss it aside
Kicking at the bars of society like babies in a ...

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First Class.

Your clothes, your cars, even your home
We judge success on the things we own
So corrupted and so confused
Young minds getting utterly abused.

Can you not see that we’re all slaves
Working ourselves into early graves?
Working to buy things we don’t need
Caught in the shadow of our own greed.

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